Mid-August, the weather was hot.
Dressed in black and carrying a sword, Li Sifeng walked along the mountain path of Qingxiao Mountain. Returning after many years, he felt that Qingxiao Sect had changed yet again. The disciples he encountered along the way were all unfamiliar faces, and hardly any of them recognized him, the head of the Training Hall.
He did not feel disappointed, only curious.
He could clearly sense that the sect disciples' cultivation was a great deal higher than before. If he had not grown up on Qingxiao Mountain, he would have suspected that he had taken a wrong turn.
Although he was dressed like a wandering martial hero, he attracted no attention from the disciples on the mountain, because plenty of wandering cultivators came up the mountain in their daily travels.
Before he knew it, Li Sifeng had arrived at the Martial Arts Stage halfway up the mountain. At that moment, two people were fighting on the stage, while one or two hundred disciples had gathered below. It was quite lively.
The two combatants were disciples Li Sifeng did not know. He could sense that both had reached the fifth layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. One of them wielded a sword, his attacks domineering.
That person was Sword Solitary.
Sword Solitary had joined the sect four years ago and had already reached the fifth layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm, despite not devoting all his time to absorbing qi.
After taking Jiang Zhaoxia as his master, Sword Solitary had already obtained the true inheritance. He wanted to comprehend swordsmanship through actual combat, so he often came to the Martial Arts Stage recently.
The vast majority of the disciples below had come to watch Sword Solitary fight. Every generation had its own geniuses and powerhouses to admire,